Friday, July 06, 2007

From reading blogs, I know how common it is for toddlers to assume that their mothers know the name of every random stranger in the neighbourhood. Pie is definitely of that persuasion. "Who’s that?" she asks as we drive home from day-care. My vague answers are apparently satisfactory to her – she has even begun adopting them in her own play. "Bye bye Man!" she called out the front door yesterday, as I was tidying up the supper dishes. I assumed that she was addressing a passer-by, but in fact she had picked up one of her Rescue Heroes and was trying to figure out how to get him out the front door. "He’s going to the doctor," she explained when I came to check.

Bub prefers a more independent approach. Instead of asking for names, he tries to improvise. "Hello Somebody!" he greeted a little boy at the beach the other day. And then this morning, while two workmen were installing our new central air system (pause here to feel my pain – our old unit died in the middle of the latest heat wave), Bub watched through the side screen door, jabbing a finger in the men’s direction from time to time and saying, "You! You!"

"If you want to be friendly, Bub," I admonished, "you should say hello."

He tried that. But then a few minutes later he came up with a better idea. "Hey, Dick! What are you doing?" he called out. "Dick! What are you doing?"

I think maybe it’s time to confiscate this book:

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That made me smile. But if you want to laugh until tears roll off your chin and onto your keyboard, read Mimi’s birth story. It starts here and ends here, but the funniest installment for me was this one – more than worthy of an ROFL award for the month of June. For more ROFLs, go here and here.

Aw, shucks! I'm proud to bursting! Thanks so much! I wondered my my site traffic suddenly exploded today ... now the whole interweb can follow along as I sniff toilet tissue and roll around naked in my hallway. Good time!

The May Queen just refers to people as "Boy" and "Girl." For instance, we are at the park, and she'll have been playing with some new kid for a good 20 minutes or so. To get her attention she says "Girl! Girl!" I suggest she find out said gir's name. She does, but then continues to call her "Girl." Ok, then.

When Allie was two we took her to a baseball game. She was in the "Who's dat mom" stage and asked about some man hanging obnoxiously off the upper level. It's just some guy I said. From then on whenever she saw him, she would yell "It's the sun guy, the sun guy!" This carried on to other strange men, in stores or on the street. "Look mom, it's the sun guy" It was so funny, I didn't have the heart to correct her.

WonderBaby is still sorting out the difference between mommies and daddies and men and ladies - not all of the latter are the former, but most of the ones that she meets ARE the former, so it gets confusing sometimes. Is that MAN a DADDY? Is MAN his name, in the way that Daddy's name is DADDY?